Snowdrops created
shadows of the past...

Pieces of the puzzle
flash back inside my head...

His lies shaped the world around me
and underlined everything with danger...

I empty a pile of pills into my hands,
thinking of how many memories...

We were so young and naive,
but I knew you would be everything I needed...

I take this box of chalk
and begin to colour the pavements...

My new master is asleep on the couch,
surrounded by empty bottles from the night before...

Eight lonely years have been and gone,
yet I still sleep with the denial of your death...

Of all the priceless gifts
this world has offered me...

I own a large collection of maps
of where my heart has crashed and burned...

If only she had
feathers of fearlessness...

This isn't a rhyming poem
just simply how i feel...